The battlefield, a rock quarry like so many others he'd fought in, was scattered with bodies. For once, they're not monsters. Not to him. An outsider might call some of them that, but it's hard to call a corpse a monster and mean it.
V3 stumbles, tripping over someone. A look down reveals the face of Riderman, Yuuki Jyoji. He squares his jaw and stands, dusting himself off. Everyone lying there, in that broken heap, is an ally. A strong friend, someone who depended on him.
He straightens his shoulders and stares at the other end of the quarry. There had to be hundreds of monsters there. Bats, spiders, bazooka turtles, starfish Hitlers, giant alligators, TV flies... No Rider had ever faced a challenge like this before. And, he knows in his gut as he glances over the corpses of his allies, no Rider would ever again.
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V3 stumbles, tripping over someone. A look down reveals the face of Riderman, Yuuki Jyoji. He squares his jaw and stands, dusting himself off. Everyone lying there, in that broken heap, is an ally. A strong friend, someone who depended on him.
He straightens his shoulders and stares at the other end of the quarry. There had to be hundreds of monsters there. Bats, spiders, bazooka turtles, starfish Hitlers, giant alligators, TV flies... No Rider had ever faced a challenge like this before. And, he knows in his gut as he glances over the corpses of his allies, no Rider would ever again.